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Routine initial dinner imparts his heart on sleeve
Fourth date offer to move in, with her child
Mirror shows soft character she strives to believe
Demure manner somehow has him beguiled
Willing skip bin scour assists panicked neighbour
His outlook stoic upbeat, maintained modest
Jarvis valued asset, bovine humane kill innovator
Bali trip invitation, having kissed her not yet
Gilded page fable hero, finally sigh spontaneous
Erased past innocent repels inquiry intuitive
Revealing her dabbling would be dire dangerous
Vague oil picture layers bright lies lucrative
August move in floor thirty in tower beside marina
Vista thirty miles of hills, boat smooth ocean
Fairytale ticket to board, beau's open demeanour
Marks their story heavy navy ribbon devotion
7th July 2022
Written for Contest:
Flight Three
Sponsor:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
WHERE WERE YOU IN THE SEVENTIES
i was between a tween and adult, in the house of the hudson valley,
and music was my main man,
i would hear whispered in my ear
me and mrs. jones...we got a thing goin’ on
and i would rock to sleep
don’t rock the boat...don’t knock the boat over
dress in a low cut purple dress, and look for mr. goodbar
or what i meant to say mr. travolta
in the dizzying display of disco, having a ball.
really i was just a shy nerd in a dress
you say i was a dancing queen...only seventeen...oh yeah
and i did have saturday night fever
and with the death of several classmates, not in shootings, but illness
and the usual car accidents...radio groans all we are is dust in the wind
after heartbreak of loss via death and puppy love
i did not sign the loan to return to college, went on to,
as i used to say “swab the seven corners of the room”
as the village people and my dad directed me to
in the navy...you will sail the seven seas...in the navy…
you will put your life at ease...bootcamp saw the end of 1979
2/27/2018
Line Gauthier’s Poetry Contest
*Lyrics may be slightly changed
Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul
Rock The Boat by The Hues Corporation
Movie: Looking For Mr. Goodbar
Dancing Queen by Abba
Movie: Saturday Night Fever
Dust in the Wind by Kansas
Puppy Love by Donny Osmond (still swooning over
this song from the sixties)
In The Navy by Village People
Please leave the light on!
I dragged my hair in the mirror in a dark navy blue sea
I sat in front of me-Tantalus ate my heart
Dejavu is always my dreams. When I woke up, I was an amethyst stone
And the broken glass was under me. Snakes were falling into the sky garden
The last trumpet blew on my surface. On the silver-shining skin of an angel
I darkened the sun. I walked on the ship of my skin, the Bosphorus was the daughter of Athena
Hours are simultaneous geometry. A toy dead body is the pain of flesh on my cheek
Please don't turn off the lights!
My 1 year old is passing by the bridge at the end of my bed. His horse Yehuda's trumpet is constantly blowing
A merchant is selling my photograph. I dressed, the paints flowing from the canvas to my soul
Violets are rotting in the formaldehyde solution. The leaves are lynching the last mammoth of the forest
We learned primitiveness. That's why our pain doesn't turn to the dawn
A blurry moment... The mask I'm chasing is bleeding into my plastic body
My angry, mad shadow is swaying. Blurry time...
I'm bent over and swaddling my face. In Euclid's cadaver reflected in the glass...
I'm scared, please leave the light on!
Kissed his student.
Punched his friend.
Accused her lover.
What if China's navy asserts control where our navy also patrols?
Should we concede the South China Sea? Not on your life! Or maybe.
Lives may be lost but so what. There's so much biomass in the
crosswalks.
Lord have mercy on my soul
Which means bring my confusion into an expressible state before it's too
late.
Sal went to jail. I belong to the loved ones. Never may the anarchic
man's thoughts be my thoughts. Not one.
It could be cancer or just a cyst
That killed Frost's considerable speck
Instead of considering its considerable intelligence.
Although bottomless ancient night stretches
From your short life forward, remember
It also stretches backward without measure.
There are few straight lines in nature and only one alternative to ageing,
so suck it up!
Suppose everything's fine and you've wasted your time wearing
sackcloth over your soul?
Start now knowing joy.
ballade (not a ballad)
This prince we see down on his knees
his wife beside him is no shrew,
Can she believe his guarantees?
He promises to say adieu
to female friend he has pursued.
He hopes it does not contradict
but wonders just how his wife knew.
Lying – the curse of addiciton.
His patient wife he tries to please
to her he swears what he will do.
Betrayal done, he now agrees,
he quits his drugs and smoking too.
And then his hardest hitherto
a habit which we could predict.
From his bottle this man withdrew,
lying – the curse of addiciton.
This prince of principalities
no more will cuss in navy blue,
and he will mind his q’s and p’s,
and he - tobacco will not chew.
He’s making so much ballyhoo
the neighbors see a derelict.
He’ll even bathe and use shampoo.
Lying – the curse of addiciton.
Yo, Prince, come on, admit what's true.
Promises cannot lick or shun
delusion's faulty point of view -
lying - the curse of addiction.
written: Dec 12, 2016
I guess this had to be said
The root causes for the way
I am kept awake at night
Summer heat no sleep
My only companions are
Past events and the opinions
My soul resents.
I guess it had to be felt
Every reflection and failure
To society, my appearance must
Be on point and tailored
To meet another’s expectations
My soul craves approval like
Success and celebrations emotional
Rollercoasters to ride on certain occasions
As a man fear becomes unacceptable you must
Be the brave one.
I guess this had to be heard Oh, sorry say that again?
I can’t hear you. My soul then becomes numb misunderstood
Makes you feel dumb because you must be the only one when
The second or third comments speak up son. Damn it another crack collateral
fracture to move forward must move faster to escape the disaster
in my life oh well, time to backtrack.
On the bicycle of this thing called my life, I fell off way too many times the bumps and bumps and bruises become a badge of honor look how bright they shine. So how do I heal as I deal with how the pain festers when the scabs of old wounds peel. I heard my brother say toughen up like the Navy Seals. For him, my heart is cold like steel stories I retold myself based on events half real.
I guess this had to be seen the rumors about me are not true I am not really mean
Although I do get mad and half the time I don’t know the words to describe how I feel. Your insults don’t hurt me I devour them like three-course meals. Lets talk about what’s really on this brain how lies were sold and how this soul growing up in the modern education system studied long-term and was short-changed but I guess the was all part of the plot to teach base on rigged curriculums and whether I learned or not teachers still got paid at the end the day.
I guess this had to be sensed since every human I ever crossed paths with subconsciously convinced that parts of my soul do not fit into the mainstream
No one left to pick up the pieces so forget about seeing the bigger picture when the vision is blurry.
Line of inquiry:
blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation
It wasn’t spring, with all its flowery shadows
Who taught me wonders too startling to explain
More stirring than any rhyme I could compose
It wasn’t summer, with its smiles and dancing rain
Who taught me beauty far gentler than a tear
More light than my soul could possibly contain
It wasn’t autumn with her navy skies so clear
Who taught me melodies, songs of joy and grace
More startling than the wind who hears our prayer
It wasn’t winter with snow my heart would embrace
Who taught me of a love that would never end
More sure that I’d shortly meet Him face to face
Seasons passed and my broken heart He would mend
He soon changed me and came to be my best friend
Twenty one Earth orbitz ago...
February fourth two thousand and twenty...
Shana Aubrey Harris
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREETING,
albeit eleven days early
Countless years after papa
took thee and Eden
to favorite outing namely five below
other go to places included
Target, Old Navy, Chipotle,
and Santa Fe Burrito
four other bricks and
mortar sites thee dough
ting dada availed himself
ah... memories still echo
with sentimental emotions that flow
despite blur of intervening years
geesh...,how quickly ye did grow
already now high ho high ho
off to work and/or school ye go
still at times, I get teary eyed
sniffle... sniffle... sniffle
think drama and Shakespeare's Iago
analogous emotional family tension
my humblest apologies,
I may not really know
if high dudgeon ye felt toward me
opprobrious indiscretions
shenanigans (mine) generic Joe
cur overstepped bounds of decency,
whereat family dynamics attained little low
coe motion unfairly inflicting mo'
harm than good on innocent lass
forced to weather no
peace of mind, especially when living
at 1148 Greentree Lane - oh
when battle axe and henchmen
demanded we move
(reed get evicted) pronto
Harris family crisis took kamikaze nosedive
in one direction,
now I strive for status quo
and love how lee thee row... row... row
your boat gently down the stream.
A notable writer in the literary Norwegian firmament was Jens Bjornebo who was the leading radical star
outspoken and a perfect spokesman for modern times in
the sixties and seventies.
Jens, let's call him Jens came from an upper-class shipping family and received a top education at the time
when only a few could afford to go to university.
Since his father was in ship owner class, bantam Jens joined the merchant navy, but only for a short time he was not of the material needed as a sailor.
Jens was a multi-talented man, who wrote poems, romances
dabbled in movies and was a noted amateur painter.
Jens was a popular figure at that time, he was openly critical of modern society he found it stiffing and
restraint for free democratic practices his views were
well-liked among the elite of writers and communicators
his several books were well-received mainly because
his words didn't shy away from writing in a way that at the time was seen as anti-democratic
The talent Jens had a problem when alcohol was served
he, when a child drank his father's after-shave lotion and
as he got older his problem got worse and worse till
he finally managed to stop, but this depressed him so deeply, that he felt as if he was not able to write anymore so he
hung himself from the rafter, and that was that.
The Chesapeake Flotilla consisted of 18 small vessels,
fGunboat No. 137 and Gunboat No. 138
Several of the small ships recovered from
St. Leonard's Creek were part of
Commodore Joshua Barney's Chesapeake Flotilla
during the War of 1812.
While many were gunboats and barges
these had no formal names
identified only by there hull numbers
n addition to the gunboats, the flagship of
he flotilla, the USS Scorpion, was located
buried in the sediment of the nearby Patuxent River.
Written by;
Mort Rainey
Researcher for
Ernst Bettler University in Swisserland
Gill-Men's Navy
Book and Movie
The ghost Peppers were grown in winter
by the Siberain Aqua Farmer
A filmmaker wanted to film a movie
his dimented mind
came up with an idea
Use the Creature of ledend to eat
the scum from the street and save on cost
and produce the film fast and cheap
and make alot of money.
It was a hsush, hush affair
and involved very few.
Until Capt. Ymaly an alien
who transported here to find a creature
of space orgin